FirstKhaotung - Blossoming Feelings~ Book 1 (On hold)

CHAPTER 7 |Blossoming Feelings|

(unedited)

Triggers:

- (Mild smut)

- (Alcohol)

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First's PoV:

Khaotung let out a breathy moan, as First pressed him against the door of the public toilet stall, while continuing the assault of the smaller male's mouth, First reached down to lock the stall, making sure they wouldn't be disturbed before reaching down and caressing Khao's waist, making the shirt he was wearing ride up a bit, Khao letting out a shutter of breath at the skin to skin contact.

First pulled out of the kiss having the need to breathe, and instead dug into the nape of the other, leaving love-bites everywhere he went. Having Khaotung whining needily against him like this felt like a dream, First wasn't even sure whether he was dreaming or not at this point.

"Fu-fuck Fir, keep going please. D-don't stop." Khao begged, arching his back slightly out of pleasure. His words were slurred and his hands grabbed onto First's shoulders desperately to hold himself upright.

First hummed in response, before catching the younger's lips in a heated kiss once again. Pressing his own lower body against the other's creating slight friction, while slithering his tongue through Khao's lips. Having him moan in response, and shiver in pleasure, had First smirking into the kiss. The booze giving him just the right amount of confidence for this situation, he deepened the kiss even further wanting to please the needs of his 'friend'. 

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40 minutes earlier:

Many drinks and a meal later, First almost choked on his drink, as the teasing kicks, from under their now bar table, suddenly turned into caressing the inner side of his calf. He looked up, however failed to gain Khaotung's eye contact, his charming best friend being too into the ongoing conversation as well as sipping on yet another drink.

After finishing their meal at the restaurant they switched environments and went to the closest bar. It was clear that the 3 of them were way beyond the border of tipsy, and now treading the line of being drunk. Gawin was the only sober one, and therefore probably the only one thinking rationally. First felt kind of bad for not having given him as much attention, as he probably should have that night. But with Khaotung sitting in front of him, his attention automatically drifted towards the beautiful man across from him.

Gawin, noticing that First almost choked on his drink, was quick to softly pat him on his back, as well as take his glass and place it on the table. "You okay there First?" Gawin asked worriedly.

First cleared his throat, feeling as the foot slowly slid further and further up his leg, now resting on his thigh, making him blush from feeling flustered at the sudden bold move of the other. Khaotung even had the nerve to stare him down from over the rim of the glass he was drinking, knowing that he was the cause of the reaction.

He however got himself together enough to answer the question, "Ye-yeah, I just drank a bit too quickly." First smiled nervously at Gawin, shooting a look towards Khaotung, warning him to stop his ongoing actions, but instead he was met with a giggle and the foot moving in small circles, getting dangerously close to his crotch area.

First didn't even know the intention of these bold actions. Was the alcohol speaking for him? Was he simply feeling horny all of a sudden? Did he actually reciprocate the feelings First had for him? First shook his head at the last thought, feeling slightly stupid for his inner voice even suggesting that. Khaotung wouldn't show such a thing this way.